Page 17 of Let You Love Me

Atlas:

Who IS this guy?

Graham:

Of course we’re going to give him shit. He stole his coach’s fucking tires.

Chris:

You know what, I feel unappreciated by the group chat, so I’m leaving now.

Graham:

Okay . . .

Chris:

Seriously. I won’t even come back to read these messages.

Atlas:

Anyway . . .

Chris:

I’m leaving.

Jace:

Carry on. What happened after he caught you?

Me:

I had to put all the tires back on the cars, and then he told me I have one strike against me. Sounds like I have two more before I’m riding the pine. You know what a ball-busting rep he has.

Jace:

Well, damn. I do love a good ride, but not on the pine.

Me:

Do you think I should go to his place and apologize? Or should I just leave it be? Last night was such a blur, I can’t even fucking remember what I said.

Graham:

It’s not a bad idea. It’s always good to be a man and do the right thing.

Atlas:

It certainly won’t hurt. He’ll probably respect you more for it.

Jace:

Agreed. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last month, it’s that you need to own your mistakes.

I snort, knowing he’s referring to how he hooked up with my sister and hid it from me.

Me:

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